"The worst thing about being alone is that you think about all the times you'd wished people would just leave you be. And then they do. And you are left being. And you find out that you are terrible company."
--Davis Pickett, Turtles All the Way Down by John Green
I fear oblivion.
Is it irrational?
I think not.
The human mind cannot fathom a
Millenia of nothing
In which
The senses
become nothing and
there
is
a
vast
expanse
of
emptiness.
/// So there's an afterlife. Hands down believe it. Heaven and hell like the bible says. So I don't want to face my fear of oblivion. Is oblivion something physical and real or just a figment of imagination? Will I ever know? //
//After all, this life is so short
It's nothing but prologue. //
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Meanwhile and Maybe: An Agglomeration of Deadpan Poetry
PoetryThis is a agglomeration of deadpan poetry. I don't have a clue what agglomeration even means. This will contain, as I said, deadpan poetry, sarcastic rants, rip-off themes, cryptic philosophies, and dry humor. Kick up your feet and prepared to be bo...
